The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

Shi Rong smiled and shook his head generously.

"It's okay, just follow your heart. I heard from Sixth Uncle that you two are very talented. If you hadn't already joined the Taoist sect, he would have wanted to take you in as his disciples. Don't be so modest."

As he spoke, Shi Rong raised his hand and made a 'please' gesture to them.

"Let's get started. Don't be nervous. I believe in you."

Bo Fan and Bian Fei nodded gratefully to Shi Rong, then went on stage and returned to their respective positions.

Bo Fan sat in the middle of the stage, while Bian Fei was on the side, on a small round stage that was extra on the side, ready for performances and dances.

Without waiting for the accompaniment drum beats to sound, Bian Fei sang a cappella first.

"Your form is as graceful as a startled swan, as graceful as a flying dragon. You are as glorious as the autumn chrysanthemum, as flourishing as the spring pine."

These are a few lines of rap in the style of opera. Bian Fei's voice is clear, ethereal, sonorous and powerful.

She has the clear charm of a mezzo-soprano like Shen Mingxing back then. Who says that outsiders don’t know how to sing opera?

In Shi Rong's opinion, just the opening of Bian Fei's voice was enough to make her voice clear and melodious, making her a brilliant debut.

Bo Fan followed closely behind, and with the two thin drumsticks in his hands, he struck the flat drum in front of him.

The rhythm was ups and downs, with emphasis on importance and urgency. It seemed that the two of them had really put in a lot of effort to perform well in today's play.

Bo Fan: "It is as if a light cloud obscures the moon, and it flutters like snowflakes blown by the wind. From afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; from close up, it is as brilliant as a lotus emerging from the emerald water. Its slenderness and gracefulness are in perfect harmony, and its length and shortness are in perfect proportion."

Bo Fan's singing style is different from Bian Fei's high-pitched and wide-open style. It is rough, hoarse, low and melodious.

It's very similar to the ups and downs that Shi Yang usually uses when singing opera.

Not to mention, if it weren’t for Bo Fan’s appearance, he would be too different from Shi Yang.

Shi Rong really thought that at this moment, it was Shi Yang and Shen Mingxing, who were far away abroad, singing for her.

Bian Fei sang and danced charmingly while waving her sleeves and circling her hands to the accompaniment of the drum beats.

She has a beautiful figure and both spirit and form.

Bian Fei: "Her shoulders are as if carved, her waist is as slender as a willow. Her neck is long and slender, her white skin is exposed."

When Bo Fan was singing with great enthusiasm, he did not forget to wave his hands to restore the wild and unrestrained meaning of Shi Yang.

"Her beauty is unparalleled, her makeup cannot overshadow her. Her hair is piled high in the air, her eyebrows are long and graceful. Her lips are bright red, her teeth are white, her eyes are charming, and her cheeks are graceful. Her figure is gorgeous and elegant, her demeanor is calm and relaxed. Her manner is gentle and graceful, and her words are charming."

Bian Fei twisted her hands into flowers, sang, recited, acted and performed with great emotion, but her music was too high to be appreciated by the general public.

"The clothes are extraordinary and unique, and the bones are as shown in the picture. She is adorned with a dazzling silk robe and a jade pendant. She wears jewelry of gold and emerald, and is adorned with pearls to dazzle her body."

Finally, the two of them harmonized the high and low notes, resonating with the song.

"Wearing the elegant shoes of a journey, trailing the light skirt of misty gauze. Smell the faint fragrance of orchids, walking hesitantly on the edge of the mountain."

What they sang was the original text of "The Goddess of the Luo River", a work by Cao Zhi, who was hailed as one of the representatives of "Jian'an Literature" during the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

It was only later, when Shi Yang was learning opera, that he adapted it into a song in order to cheer Shi Rong up, and performed it in the form of an impromptu scene to make the beautiful woman smile.

The point is that Shen Mingxing's charming dance with supporting vocals and perfect tacit understanding made it an elegant art that became famous in Dongcheng and known to everyone.

Even now, when this song was played, it attracted Miao Man, who was watching the whole process, to applaud and cheer for it.

"Young Master, I think the two of them sang really well, very much like the eldest son and daughter of that time."

Shi Rong nodded in agreement.

"Yes, to have reached such an incredible level in just three months, they are truly gifted."

When the two of them repeated the song for the second time, a figure made of mist, attracted by the sound of the opera, came quietly.

He was wearing a wild orchid pink silk slanted cross-collared long gown, a pure white shirt underneath, and black boots with auspicious cloud and crane patterns.

Her straight hair was lightly draped and divided into two parts. The upper part was a ponytail-like bun held up with a warm jade hair crown, while the lower part hung down her back, leaving two strands of short bangs on her forehead.

A handsome face, evil and charming, with sword-like eyebrows, eyes like bright stars, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.

Unlike his brother Du Su, who was elegant and had a face as white as paper.

All the exposed skin on Du Wu's body appeared healthy and tender, and his whole body exuded a kingly aura as gentle as jade.

The first thing he did when he arrived here was to sit down on the long wooden bench next to Shi Rong. He used his slender fingers to pull her cold palm and gently hold it in his hand.

Shi Rong did not reject his intimate and ambiguous behavior, mainly because she could not beat him at all.

"Why are your hands so cold? Did you get frozen on the way here?"

As they looked at each other, Shi Rong suddenly sensed a familiar scent from Du Wu.

That was Huo Qiye's unique gentleness and refinement. Are there really two people in the world who are so similar?

why?

Even the tone of his voice when he spoke was just as gentle and kind as before.

Seeing Shi Rong looking at him in confusion, Du Wu smiled tolerantly.

"What? You didn't recognize me after not seeing me for 2000 years? I'm your Du Wu."

???

Shi Rong was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but twitch his lips speechlessly.

Just cross Wu.

But saying it's hers is a bit exaggerated...

Du Wu's sudden appearance immediately made Miao Man and the other two feel alarmed.

But they all pretended to be calm and tried their best to play the roles of actors and female slaves.

He was afraid of being exposed and causing unnecessary trouble for Shi Rong.

Du Wu used one arm to embrace the beauty beside him, held her in his arms, and spoke softly.

"You chose a good play; it's a scene for praising a beautiful woman. But I think it's still far from being enough to sing about you."

"Do you still remember that we first met on the stage of the Yidu Palace? It seems that before you came here, Shi Rong, you put a lot of effort into researching my past with Yu Qing."

Shi Rong was stunned again when he heard the words being addressed by his full name.

Was her acting so unlike her? How could they see right away that she wasn't Yu Qing?

As if he understood her thoughts, Du Wu placed his sharp jaw against her soft and fragrant eyebrows.

"You are so beautiful. Yu Qing's appearance back then was nowhere near half as good as yours. Your temperament is extraordinary. It's really hard for me to believe that you are Yu Qing."

"Besides, Yuqing never cherishes her possessions. To her, they are so abundant that she can never use them all. How could she cherish them like you do?"

"When the hem of your skirt got dirty, I saw you almost crying. I can see that you really like this dress. In fact, every time Yuqing comes to Nanfeng Mountain, she insists that I personally greet her and carry her to the top."

"And you, even at the risk of falling off the mountain, insisted on finishing the journey. Tell me, how could you be her? You are much more sensible than her."

"It's inevitable that you will have countless suitors around you."

He is really patient!

Knowing that she can't figure it out, why are you still willing to explain it to her one by one?